In the minds of Chinese, the story of talent and beauty seems to be more bizarre and wonderful, but throughout history, the story of talent and beauty has ended with a poignant ending.
Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying, Lu You and Tang Wan'er, and even Xu Zhimo and Lu Xiaoman, they all once fell in love with each other, but in the end they did not grow old, leaving a sigh for posterity.
There is such a person, we know him through the heartfelt "Dayan River - My Mother" in the language textbook, and we are fascinated by his delicate brushstrokes.
But what no one knows is that when he was young, he had an outlandish and vigorous love story, but the ending was that the two were in court.
This person is Ai Qing.
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In 1910, Ai Qing was born into a feudal family in Jiang Village, Jindong District, Jinhua City, Zhejiang Province, and was raised by a poor peasant woman since childhood.
But Ai Qing was clever and studious, and after graduating from high school in 1928, he was admitted to the National Hangzhou West Lake Art Institute.
Ai Qing, who has a higher platform, gave full play to his talents and began to engage in revolutionary literary and artistic activities, but unfortunately he was imprisoned not long after, and in prison, he wrote an article "Dayan River - My Nanny" turned out to be a sensation.
After Ai Qing was released from prison, he was at the peak of literary creation, and he saw that a flower and a tree, a white cloud, and a small bird could write a poem.
His parents watched Ai Qing running from east to west, "running into trouble" everywhere, wanting to book a family affair for him, tying him up, and in 1935, under the arrangement of his parents, he married a local woman named Zhang Zhuru.
But how can a traditional woman capture the heart of a talented man? Faced with such a marriage, Ai Qing could only flee.
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In 1936, Ai Qing entered the Wujin Women's Normal School in Changzhou as a Chinese language teacher, and it was during this period that Ai Qing met Zhang Yueqin, who was still a student at the time, and the love affair between the two began.
One is a personable talented teacher, the other is a young and agile pure love girl, the two are secretly in love with each other.
At this time, Ai Qing had long forgotten the "daughter-in-law" in the family to the cloud of nine clouds, and felt that only a beautiful woman like Zhang Yueqin could make herself fall in love from her heart and make her life have an incomparably beautiful color.
Bathed in the warm sun of love, Ai Qingwen is like a spring, often poetry and great hair.
Ai Qing wrote many poems for Zhang Yueqin: "Little palm / Strong and beautiful / Wide green leaves / Shake the morning dew / Greet the morning breeze / Swing to the morning sun / You embrace the sun / You kiss the sea / Little palm / Strong and beautiful / Brown waist / In the twilight. ”
In the twilight of the morning, before the flower before the moon, the beautiful time always passed quickly, unexpectedly, Ai Qing was dismissed from the school, and in desperation, he went to Shanghai to seek development.
When he arrived in Shanghai, Ai Qing missed Zhang Yueqin without diminishing a bit, and suffered from lovesickness, and he wrote many love letters to Zhang Yueqin, so that the feelings that broke the thread made the two people feel the great attraction of love.
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Zhang Yueqin was not yet 18 years old at the time, her father naturally took very strict care, her father had heard some of Ai Qing's deeds, and he had a bad impression of him, so that her daughter severed contact with Ai Qing.
Zhang Yueqin's budding love fire was extinguished, but the heart of her daughter's family remained on Ai Qing, and she never forgot their sweetness for a day.
Remembering, there will be an echo, the two reunited again after three years, at this time Ai Qing is an editor, poor and destitute, and Zhang Yueqin is already a mature girl, eyebrows are full of emotion, looking forward to Shenfei.
Ai Qing once again fell into Zhang Yueqin's gentle township, and the two rekindled their old love.
But God seems to have deliberately tested these two infatuated people, Zhang Yueqin's sister hoped that she would go to Guiyang to go to college, ai Qing where willing to let her go, he knelt down, and said that he was going to jump into the river.
In the face of Ai Qing's sea oath mountain alliance, in the end Zhang Yueqin could only give up her future and wholeheartedly follow Ai Qing to live a sweet little life, on June 20, 1939, 18-year-old Zhang Yueqin married 29-year-old Ai Qing.
In the war-torn era, aspiring young people rushed to Yan'an, and in the second year after marriage, Zhang Yueqin, who was already 8 months pregnant, insisted on going to the front line of Yan'an, and Ai Qing could not convince Zhang Yueqin, so she could only agree to let her go to Yan'an first.
Ai Qing, who had originally planned to go to Hong Kong for development, could only arrange his own affairs in a hurry, couldn't help but miss it, and went to Yan'an to reunite with Zhang Yueqin as soon as possible.
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The talented lady finally settled down here, the two supported each other, and lived together for 10 years, during which Zhang Yueqin gave birth to 2 sons and 2 daughters for Ai Qing.
Zhang Yueqin is already a mother of four children, in the process of one pregnancy and childbirth after another, Zhang Yueqin's delicate face has gradually wrinkled, and her exquisite figure has become increasingly plump.
The most important thing is that Zhang Yueqin's eyes like a wang qingquan are no longer like before, always looking at Ai Qing eagerly and passionately, full of admiration.
Zhang Yueqin gave all her love and tenderness to the children, but forgot that she was also a woman.
Just like most marriages, in such a day-to-day ear grinding, chai rice oil and salt obliterate the passion of love, quarrel more and more, and the shortcomings of both sides are infinitely magnified.
If you are an ordinary person, you may be able to spend the second half of your life, but for the talented Ai Qing, this is not the life he wants, the poet can't live a day without passion, and they need fresh love to inspire.
At this time, Ai Qing met a female writer Gao Ying again, perhaps seeing and hating late, perhaps like-minded, compared to the same marriage as Zhang Yueqin, Ai Qing's emotional balance was tilted.
It was a difficult time, the inner struggle and suffering made Zhang Yueqin sleep and eat hard, and the past scenes surged into her heart.
When his love dou first opened, and he and Ai Qing loved to die and live, at that time, his father thought that such a literati was unreliable, impulsive, reckless, and did not allow himself to marry such a man.
But at that time, she couldn't listen to it, and now that her youth has passed, how should she choose?
She took Ai Qing to court, and the 15-year marriage parted ways
In the end, Zhang Yueqin tearfully sued her husband in court, and the two divorced by the court, this year, Zhang Yueqin was 33 years old.
From the age of 18 to 33, 15 years, a girl gave the best youth to a man, gave birth to children for him, did not expect to fall such a result, Zhang Yueqin whenever she thinks of this, always can't help but be sad, wash her face with tears.
And Ai Qing married Gao Ying in the next year, and zhang Yueqin and Ai Qing's story of talent and beauty ended sadly.
After all, love can not withstand the test of life, in the face of ordinary and trivial life, the poet no longer has the desire to write a poem, and the woman no longer has tenderness like water.
People often say: "Marriage is the graveyard of love", the story of Ai Qing and Zhang Yueqin confirms this sentence, the love that was originally promised to each other, and finally let the two go to court.
This makes us wonder, for love, is it just a vigorous one, or is it a long stream of thin water, and it is better to hold the hand of the son and the son to grow old?
Maybe everyone has the answer in mind.